Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 561 I, Sigismund, was just here to pass on a message, so why was I drafted into the army?
"Hello, Whiterace. Why are you here? Great, I need your help!... Wait, what did you just say?! Hongso?! Any news about him?!"

When Sigismund, who went by the alias Whiterace - yes, all the Black Templars serving in Wandering Port and Iron Blood could sense which Lord was coming, and the other Astartes from the Great Crusade era also had a sense - of course, if the truth was revealed, all the Sons of Dorne would be too embarrassed to face the situation normally, so everyone basically kept it a secret, except for a few veterans who were not really familiar with Sigismund. Only a librarian from an even older era was still thinking about how to convince the Sage Decissma to make him two more weakened versions of the "Whiterace" type Jade Dragon mechas - in short, when the White Knight personally delivered some important news to Wandering Port, he found the two Fourth Primarchs walking on a hilly lawn in the newly built Central Mountain Park.

"Magna received an astropathic signal sent by the Enterprise on behalf of Honso! It said that he returned with Vannus? He also brought me a big gift and said it was a 'surprise for my father'?! Honso is still alive! And he seems to be doing well out there! This is really some of the best news I have ever heard! We should...ah! Hiss...ouch...[Ancient Terra swear word]...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Even though the first Supreme Grand Marshal of the Black Templar had been fully mechanized and had accepted his father's rejuvenated status as the Machine Soul of the Iron Blood, as well as most of the incredible events that had taken place in Port Wandering and the Iron Blood with a new spirit of transcendental understanding, devotion, sacrifice and tranquility, everything he witnessed at this moment still made his long-metallized heart feel a long-lost thrill of accelerated heartbeat, increased blood pressure, and dizziness, and he immediately decided to activate the anti-chaos monitoring protocol.

——Very good, now he finally knew why he felt that the whole park was so abnormally quiet and empty when he came to report the news. He looked at the body standing with his hands behind his back, which was more like the "real person" of Lord Perturabo, who was emitting extremely terrible negative psychic fluctuations according to the perception array of the mechas. He must have issued a martial law order to clear the entire park and even forcibly sealed the windows of all the houses in the distance that could see the park lawn. He guessed that the auspicious instruments must have cut off the monitoring lines here.

——Hmm…Although Sigismund could not say that he was very happy to see His Highness Perturabo suffer a setback, he could only say that his favorable impression of Lord Ramizane had subtly increased. However, since he was such a damn exemplary Sigismund, he would only keep these thoughts to himself, and even His Highness Magna would not know.

However, in the year of an Astartes' resurrection (?), it was much more stimulating than one might have imagined to see a Primarch - especially an Iron Warrior, the Lord of the Fourth Legion (in his skin) - sitting on the ground groaning and rubbing his foot, which looked unbroken, like a mortal and crying out in pain. At this moment, Sigismund was glad that he did not have to face all this in person with his flesh and blood face, because even though he had received strict training and was accustomed to seeing terrifying things, he was not sure whether he would laugh at this... a slightly inappropriate behavior.

"What is the matter with you? Master Ramizane? Master Perturabo, I came here to inform you as soon as I received Master Magna's order. In fact, I don't know what just happened here."

"Then how did you break through the cordon and find us?" The black and white tyrant in the fearless position spoke gloomily through the loudspeaker converter, "Perhaps it's time to punish another group of incompetent guards and those who like to arbitrarily execute and distort their master's orders as a warning to others."

"That's not necessary..." Ramizane muttered, "It's not the same as before. I don't think there's any need to do this all of a sudden."

"I told you long ago! It is because you have been too kind and generous to these lazy bones recently that these greedy parasites who always want to get more have spent too much time in restaurants, churches, bars, theaters, casinos and card clubs recently!"

"But I see that according to the planned schedule, work efficiency and completion quality have not decreased due to these activities?"

"The time spent on eating, drinking and having fun could have been used to transform it into more meaningful work! Let's increase the expansion efficiency of the entire Wandering Port to 220% of the current level!"

"...220 percent means every worker has to work at least 18 hours a day! Human energy simply can't sustain such long-term labor!"

"I even mercifully let them sleep two more hours than the twenty hours the old man's empire gave them! As long as you want, I can definitely provide you with enough stimulants! They are all absolutely legal in the empire and have been used for many years!"

"…Perturabo, seriously, can we not compare ourselves to the baseline? It makes us look a little too strong."

"My lord." The White Knight had to start interrupting these conversations with his reply at this time, "I beg you to calm down. It is not a shame for them not to stop me. In order to find you faster, I also used short-distance teleportation. This is not their fault."

"I shouldn't have agreed to design your functions so completely." Perturabo BC raised his head proudly and looked at Sigismund's metal body. "Perhaps during the next overhaul, I should still instruct the armory to connect your wetware chip to my Iron Guard..."

"Hiss! Ah! I say, can you please stop thinking about such irrelevant and distant things? I have been sitting here for at least twenty minutes, but I still can't stand up. Can you think of a way to get me back to the Iron Blood first? If you still insist on refusing to call for someone to carry me, then think of other ways. I really don't understand why an anti-gravity floating stretcher and four people randomly selected from the 10th Company can handle this..."

"What's there to not understand?!" The dog growled, revealing his canine teeth under the camouflage. His electronic voice suddenly sounded a bit like the old style. "You--! I warned you long ago! Long ago! I warned you! You have to be careful when walking with ataxia. Remember whose body you are in! Now look! You actually sprained your ankle using my body! I absolutely will not let more people know about this! Haven't you recovered yet?"

"Spraining my ankle is a daily occurrence for me. It's a miracle that I didn't fall flat on my face like before." The other party muttered, "But why can't the original body repair this sprained ankle immediately? It's swollen, incredible. It's exactly the same as a mortal's sprained ankle. Touch it, the ligament and the bone end are swollen. Ah, it's also very painful! Hiss..."

"A guy who is so lazy that he falls on the ground shouldn't take off such an excellent auxiliary power armor as LOGOS and run to this hilly terrain and say he wants to 'personally enjoy the smell of green grass in the newly built park'. Well, now you can enjoy it!" Perturabo BC turned around angrily, and at the same time stretched out his mechanical fingers to remove the broken grass leaves stuck on the fine woolen robe on his arms and knees. He glanced at Sigismund beside him and switched the conversation back to the telepathic communication method they used before.

【Apparently, this is a possibility that we had guessed when you first came here, and it seems to have developed into a reality.】

【What? Which one? 】

[Your weak, pitiful and helpless mortal soul began to merge more closely with my noble and perfect iron Primarch body over time. In other words, my body began to become more adapted to the soul. You made my Primarch body weaker, Ramizarn. This is really one of the worst developments.]

[…Oh, no, [Gutai swearing], Pepe baby, you mean…]

[Yes, it's just a minor injury like two ligament ruptures. Theoretically, the internal bleeding will stop soon and you can move. But after 26 minutes, you are still in so much pain that you can't stand up. The injured part even shows obvious signs of swelling and fever. This development can basically explain this situation. If you want to be completely sure, you need to return to the Iron Blood for further testing - Hong Suo really came back at the right time.]

[This is a good thing. Although he sprained his ankle, the doctor said he will arrive soon. Isn't this a blessing in disguise? Why not let him go to the Iron Blood as soon as he comes back? But before that, if the original body really became a mortal, then it means that next...]

[It means that you will need to go to great lengths to elevate your legs, apply ice for 24 hours, wear a conspicuous compression bandage and fixation board, apply heat after 24 hours, and stay in bed. This series of things will let everyone know me! Perturabo! A Primarch! A Daemon Prince! The Lord of the Iron Warriors! The Supreme Tyrant of Olympia! I lost my balance on a one-meter-high grass hill and sprained my ankle and fell and couldn't get up! ]

[…Hiss, I shuddered. This just sounds too scary. I’m serious, even though this is what just happened.] [So you tell me how to handle the matter of transferring you to the bedroom on the Iron Blood. I’m not against you using an anti-gravity stretcher and a stretcher team. I also said that I can carry you out of here myself.]

[…But you also absolutely promised that you would directly 'dispose of witnesses whose mouths might not be reliable' along the way, right? From what I understand, you mean to destroy all living creatures and auspicious instruments within range from Central Mountain Park to the shuttle port terminal.]

【I didn’t say that.】

【You definitely mean that.】

【This is not quite correct.】

【oh? 】

[The memory of the auspicious instrument can be formatted and reused.] The Black and White Flower Steel Lord calmly pointed out, [So I will not destroy all the auspicious instruments along the way.]

[…Look, I have an idea. Maybe we don’t have to be so tired and troubled.]

【What? 】

Ramizane ended the conversation, which seemed to others to have lasted only two seconds. He turned around and asked Whiterace, "You just said that your machine has a teleportation function over a certain distance? Is that right?"

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"Yes, my lord."

"What is the maximum distance of your teleportation and the weight it can carry?"

The White Knight looked at him and immediately understood what His Highness meant. He replied cautiously, "As long as it is safe, you can carry 90 quintals*, minus my own weight. Under this premise, you can safely teleport to the old shuttle dock in Wandering Port, but if you want to teleport accurately, I still need to erect a beacon there and confirm that there are no interferences or similar objects in the teleportation distance from here to there."

"Look." Ramizane winked at Perturabo BC. "Isn't that solved? Whiterace came just in time. We just need to notify Solomon and ask him to prepare the Stormbird for us at the old dock in advance. The problem of flying the Stormbird will definitely not be difficult for Whiterace. When we get to the Iron Blood, the Iron Sanitation Team will come to pick us up and solve any remaining problems."

But then the black and white plush steel king mercilessly mocked him mentally, [Yeah, how smart my... Ramizane! Is it you who can think of this? May I ask, what is the physical distance between our bodies that cannot be too far away? ]

"Uh……"

[Ha! So, let's implement my last proposal! Let them send my favorite vehicle, but as for the driver, since he arrived in time, there is no need to draw lots this time.]

Perturabo BC's hallucinatory camouflage face turned towards Sigismund's metal visor-covered features, the Iron Lord's dark brown eyes sternly looking down into the blue eyepiece of the Imperial Fists Templar Knight Commander.

"In a moment, the tank I summoned will appear at the entrance of the park. You will be responsible for driving it for us, taking us to the dock, and being ready to complete the temporary tasks we assign to you at any time."

Sigismund's blue eyepieces looked at him fearlessly, but then he lowered his head slightly in accordance with the etiquette for an elder, expressing a little respect that was not submission.

The one among the Lords of Steel who had a temperament closer to the original one snorted unhappily, "Go, and do not bring shame to the name you have earned..."

"Why do I feel that you are... um..." Ramizane said as he watched the Yulong improved mecha prototype, which bowed and then disappeared with the crackling of teleportation flash and the smell of ozone.

"how?"

"Why do I feel like you treat him with a kind of stern attitude, like a junior who has high hopes for you... As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism..."

"I'm so disgusted by this sentence. Why isn't it your vocal cords that are injured? It can shut you up and won't affect your movement and work."

"Pepe!"

(End of this chapter)